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So far, the universe is saying "no" to my pleas for an idea. I had teenson explain the slang meaning of "salty" since he uses it, but that didn't help. The cursor is still flashing on an empty page. Otherwise, when the universe refuses to take my calls, I just hang up and ignore it, and try a different one. That's the beauty of having multiverses.

I always fight the "writing for me vs writing for readers" conflict, and I never know how people will react to porn, even though other people write it.

Plus I'm a big chicken.

I wrote a sex scene in my half-a-novel several years ago, and I still kind of blush when I think about writing it, even though I'm not at all a prude.

In fact, my signature gift for female friends for a while was a dildo or vibrator, because we had a great store in town for that and I was friends with the owners (this was several years ago when such things were harder to come across.)

The explanation involved eye-rolling, and seemed to be about envy, bitterness, and something else. He said it was a gaming term that has leaked its way into wider use. It doesn't seem to have a very settled definition. The fact that its use has spread means that it is now part of the following edge of popularity, probably already replaced by something else I don't know about.

I used to visit a site with daily word puzzle things, and in the comments for those "salt" was a hint - often people struggling would ask for salt. Extremely hinty hints were "very salty." This lead to a certain amount of confusion the first time I ran into the term its current usage(s).

Interestingly, my experience has been those "No"s are more "Not right now." We first thought we would move to San Francisco two years before it actually happened. That sort of thing has happened to me a bunch. If I still want it bad enough after the universe tells me no, usually it'll give it to me later.

I recently lost out on an opportunity that I REALLY wanted.. I'm still "dealing" two weeks later. It had seemed like a solution to a lot of the issues I've been having. So I need to cope with the loss and then I'm going to try to find another way to get that same result.

I have to keep telling myself that the universe WILL give me an alternate path.

Well...Um...I don't ask the universe for anything. I ask the one who created the universe for what I need, and what I want. Sometimes I confuse those things, but I'm mostly given what I ask for, so no complaints.

Re the prompt: My maternal grandmother forbade slang in her home, so in honour of her I'm taking the prompt literally, unless Gary says I can't. No seriously, it has nothing to do with my grandmother, my brain will not bend that way. In fact it's not bendy at all. So much for the plasticity of the brain!

(I have to say "I don't think" because I'm sure there were people who asked my advice if they should write something and I steered them away from driving themselves off a cliff with some meta-rant. But other than that...)

Oh universe! I'm more in a mode of "so many yesses and not enough Tonis and did I really need all of this right now and sure the only time is the present but I am getting too old for this burn the candle at every conceivable angle bullshit but know no other way to live," this spring. I suppose it's rad, but I'm having real trouble shaking my cold and getting my summer planned, what with everything now.

I've always been afraid of making wishes, or I should say making specific wishes. When blowing out candles on a birthday cake, I would wish for "good things." I wouldn't wish for exactly what I wanted. I thought I would be jinxing myself. This line from "Wicked" (the musical) sums it up: "Don't wish. Don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart."

Those "no's" are hard to handle. My mother always said that when the universe says no, "it just wasn't meant to be". This is all well and good, I guess, but it doesn't make the "no" any easier to deal with.

This new topic is making me feel salty with its lack of idea providing...

Well...Um...I don't ask the universe for anything. I ask the one who created the universe for what I need, and what I want. Sometimes I confuse those things, but I'm mostly given what I ask for, so no complaints.

Re the prompt: My maternal grandmother forbade slang in her home, so in honour of her I'm taking the prompt literally, unless Gary says I can't. No seriously, it has nothing to do with my grandmother, my brain will not bend that way. In fact it's not bendy at all. So much for the plasticity of the brain!